Many times, I want to share my secrets with you, whether you like it or not, but you can't understand it and can only give up.

Sometimes I feel really useless. If you can't create value for your home, you can add it instead.

I sang and looked at the lyrics that I couldn’t understand. The world is full of turmoil, and inspiration comes to me endlessly, but it only happens in a moment.

Sometimes you still have to leave some fantasies to yourself, but you cannot turn them all into reality to prevent all the sweet dreams that have been stored in your heart for a long time from disappearing.

Sometimes I am really afraid, afraid that things will end unclearly like this, and afraid that I will have to suffer this unfair injustice throughout my life.

Sometimes, sometimes, too much sometimes turns into unspeakable regrets.

Those are just regrets that we can't speak out first, not regrets when we can't be sure.